[Pg 40]

Woman

When God made woman

Fair He made her, as the rose;

Her face upturned to catch His radiant smile;

His sunbeams lurked the while

About her lips; with care He chose

Her hair and glory, and her round white throat,

The pillared keeper of her woman's note.

God filled her eyes with innocence and love,

And glimpsing lights from out His skies above.

The Father knew that she was beautiful.

And yet, to make her nobly dutiful

To Him, within her breast

He set a shrine, all holy and possessed

In shining mystery. And few who know

To enter in. The evading flame aglow

That fills the shrine, is white as unshed snow.

And deep within that casket of her breast

Are secret joys, to God alone confessed.

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